The Guest lived in a normal family with normal life. Everything was okay. They were highschoolers, they weren't the straight A type of students, but they were good at studying. They were a good target for bullies tho. The shyness, the silence, the way they were introverted... Bullies were mean, of course. But they never let anything affect them much.

Society was just as cruel. Ignorance was painful, but no complaint received from Guest. They were okay with this silence, even tho sometimes it was louder than any scream.

Despite all these things, Guest had supporters. Their parents. Guest parents tried their best to be the perfect shield for their one and only against the all the danger in this cruel world. But somehow, it didn't last long enough...

A painful incident occurred that lasted more than three months, and that's when nothing was the same again. Guest is just a piece of living meat now. No trace of that motivated soul that lived in their body can be found... Their mother feels guilty all the time... Her cries are loud enough to deafen a mature person with a shred of empathy. The silence from the father is louder than any screams. He's just a shell of a man he used to be now... Nothing feels right in this house. This house is like a tombstone. Every part of this house tastes like fear and nightmare. The air in this house smells of blood and trauma...